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... eturned with a pouch of coins, but the words died on his tongue.
His gaze snapped upward, narrowing on the four Nyxter blades embedded in the ceiling—and the fifth one sunk deep into his table.
Slowly, his eyes shifted to Leon, who was also observing the blades with an impassive stare.
"I don't want to know. Take your change, take your sword, and get the fuck out of my shop." Gerald's voice was dry as he tossed the bag of silver toward Leon.
*Catch*
"Can I get a she ...
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